Patricia was in the living room, folding laundry when she heard a knock at the door. It was already late in the evening, and she wasn’t expecting anyone. The knock came again, louder this time.“Who could that be?” she muttered to herself, walking toward the door.She opened it and froze. Two policemen stood outside, dressed in uniform, their faces serious.“Good evening, ma’am,” one of them said politely.Patricia blinked in confusion. “Good evening… sorry, how may I help you?”“We’re here for Miss Liza Robert,” the policeman said.Patricia’s eyes widened. “Liza? That’s my daughter. Is there any problem?”Before the officer could reply, Robert came down the stairs, tying the belt of his robe. “Who’s at the door?” he asked, frowning when he saw the policemen. “What’s going on here?”Patricia turned to him helplessly. “They say they’re here for Liza. I don’t understand what’s happening.”Robert’s expression darkened. “I said it! This girl has been becoming too reckless lately. Always m

"How are you feeling now?" Karvel asked gently, handing Elena a cup of tea. His voice carried both worry and care. "Drink that. It’ll help you relax."Elena looked at him for a moment before taking the cup. Her hands trembled slightly as she lifted it to her lips. The warmth of the tea soothed her, but it didn’t calm the storm inside her chest. She took a small sip and placed the cup back on the table. Her eyes met Karvel’s, sharp and searching."I think it’s time you tell me everything I need to know," she said quietly, but there was strength in her tone.Karvel sighed. He had been expecting that question. The air between them grew heavy, filled with things unsaid. He sat down across from her, rubbing his hands together slowly before he spoke."I’ve been trying to find out who was behind my kidnapping," he began. "It wasn’t random, Elena. Someone planned it carefully. Someone wanted me gone, and I need to know why."Elena’s brows furrowed. "Do you have any leads? Did the police find

Karvel and Elena arrived at the police station early the next morning.The air outside was cold and gray, the kind of morning that carried a heavy silence.Morrison followed behind them, tall and alert as always. His eyes moved around, watching every shadow as if danger could appear at any moment.Inside the station, the halls smelled faintly of coffee and paper. Officers walked past, some nodding in greeting. Elena’s heart was heavy. She didn’t know what to expect today.When they entered the waiting area, a familiar voice called out.“Elena! My daughter!”Elena turned sharply. Patricia stood near the reception desk, looking pale and worn. Her eyes were red from crying.“Mother?” Elena whispered in surprise.Patricia rushed forward and took her hands. “Elena, please. Tell them to let Liza go. She’s your sister. She made a mistake, but she doesn’t deserve this.”Karvel’s tone was calm but firm. “Mrs. Patricia, this isn’t just a mistake. Liza framed Elena for something serious.”Patric

The sound of the front door opening echoed through the house. Patricia stepped inside slowly, her face pale and tired. Her hair was messy, her eyes red from crying, and her steps were heavy, as if every one of them took effort.The moment Margret saw Patricia’s face, she frowned. “What is the matter with my granddaughter?” Margaret asked, her tone calm but demanding.Patricia froze for a moment. She wanted to avoid the question, but Margaret’s eyes didn’t allow it.“If only you were around,” Patricia said quietly, “you would have known when they came here to arrest your granddaughter.”Margaret’s eyes widened. “Arrest?” Her voice rose slightly. “What nonsense are you talking about? Who was arrested?”Before Patricia could answer, Robert, who had been standing by the staircase, came closer. “Mother, calm down,” he said to Margaret. Then he turned to Patricia. “You didn’t explain anything yet. What do you mean they arrested her?”Patricia rubbed her forehead, exhausted. “It’s Liza. She’